I have my 3rd Round of chemo treatment tomorrow, part one (anyone like the date, 12/12/12?) It's suppose to be a good number, so I take my charms where I may find them and we all hope for the best in life in our own way. That often does not mean the same to all persons and is probably the root cause for many ancient and modern conflicts. Finding someone with whom you share demonstrably similar meanings is the rare trick, so to speak.
I can feel a part of me that is saying, "you gonna do that again?" I answer back,"they say we're winning the fight, and we ain't as damaged as we might have been..." The location of the mass that showed itself last April has reduced since the treatments began, and my blood seems to be good stuff. Lot's of red and white cells doing their jobs and my job is to feed myself and keep my nutrition up. I am told my weight is stable, and everything else seems fine, even to my eyes. I just feel... ehn. It must be the grey days, and inhabitants of this city all know or have heard tales of the "ehn." This is the equivalent of "meh," but with far less conviction while requiring far more commitment.This thing with the so-called "holidays," can we lose the canned, badly played 5th rate winter scenes muzak? really? this stuff was as bad as 10 year old unwrapped fruit cake, which I have heard has some previously unrecognized industrial properties, including a tax-deductible storage container for nuclear waste. Could be someone is pulling my maraschino cherries. I will be okay, like almost normal for a couple of days after the infusions, the benedryl and the steroids make one feel stronger. Then... well we will see what Sunday brings besides me being a year older and another hangover, of the chem-cocktail kind.


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